Post by Brandon Hendrix on Sept 29, 2021 20:15:57 GMT -5
Off Camera: The Hard Hitting Truth
Brandon nods as him and Austin approach the poor soul as Austin lifts him up from the ground and lifts him up in a back suplex position before placing him in the grasp of Brandon Hendrix. Brandon walks over to the ropes more and tosses the man out of the ring with a powerbomb that sends him folded up, landing on his neck. The smirk of Brandon fades away as he sees referees rushing over to the wrestler, one throwing up the X sign. Brandon's eyes goes wide as he then looked at his hands before looking up and now inside the home of the wrestler. Brandon slowly starts walking around before hearing the sound of crying in another room up the stairs. Brandon gulps as he lifts his foot up and places it on the step.Brandon opens his eyes and sees himself standing in a ring with five other people as the male who was named "Austin Omega" slapping Brandon on the pec.
"Lets go Brandon! I'll lift him up and you powerbomb him over the ropes."
"Lets go Brandon! I'll lift him up and you powerbomb him over the ropes."
"Mr. Powers. We have unfortunate news. Due to the incident suffered during the match, you're unfortunately paralyzed from the waist down."
Brandon shudders from the sound before walking up each step, and with each step, a voice comes through.
"I'm leaving you Darrell."
"You're pathetic!"
"End it all! Do us all a favor instead of dealing with your pity!"
Brandon makes it to the top of the stairs, and the crying gets louder and louder. Brandon slowly walks towards where the sound is coming from. As soon as he gets close to one room, the sound moves to another before finally making it to the last door on the right. Brandon takes a step and hears the sound of something liquidy that he stepped in, only to find out it's water. His eyes widen as he hears "goodbye world". Brandon yells and bursts the door open as everything flashes before his eyes. The name "Darrell Powers'' appears and shows that Powers took his own life due to depression since the day that Brandon unintentionally paralyzed him.
"No…. No… NOOOOOO!"
Brandon shoots up from his sleep: head drenched in sweat, his breathing rapid, his heart beating at an uncomfortable rate. He clenches his chest, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, but to no avail, his heart continues to ache and ache until he couldn't handle it any longer. He scurried his hand over to his phone and retrieved it, dialing 911.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"I… I need… ambulance.."
"What's your address you're calling from sir?"
Brandon proceeds to tell his address, in a state of deep panic.
"Okay, an ambulance has been dispatched to your address. What seems to be the situation?"
"M-my heart… I have… heart condition… it's… not.. good."
"Okay just stay on the phone until the paramedics arrive."
SOME TIME LATER: LOCAL HOSPITAL
Brandon is laying on a hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and monitors attached to his body, showing his heart rate. It stays at a steady 80-100 beats per minute as the doctor walks in.
"Mr. Hendrix?"
"Yes doctor."
"I'm Doctor Richards. So, can you explain to me what happened tonight?"
"Well I was sleeping, and I had a um.. well a dream that set me into a frenzy pretty much. And with my medical issues, I couldn't risk it by staying home."
"No no you made the choice. So, it seems you suffered a panic attack. It seems whatever your dream was created the attack. I recommend seeing a therapist for that, but as your doctor, you're free to go."
"Thank you doctor."
Doctor Richards leaves to sign Brandon off to leave. Brandon sits up and rubs his head with his right hand. A knock comes from the door, so he looks up, and his face grows disgusted.
"What do you want… father?"
Brandon's father sighs as he stands at the doorway.
"The hospital called. Emergency contact, remember?"
"Yeah, that was put there when I was a kid."
"Well, I'm here anyway. So come on, I'll give you a ride."
"I'd rather walk, thank you."
"Stop acting like a fucking dick. I don't care if you don't talk to me the entire ride or not, just let me give my son a ride."
".... fine."
One Car Ride Later
Not a word was spoken. Nothing. But, to Brandon, something seemed off. They weren't going in the direction of his house, instead, they went towards the local cemetery. Brandon's father pulls into the cemetery and parks his car.
"Why are we in a cemetery?"
"Just follow me please."
Brandon's father gets out of the vehicle, which gets a groan from Brandon who exits the car and reluctantly follows his father. They pass tombstone after tombstone until reaching one that's covered by a sheet.
"What's the point of this? Give me the creeps?"
"No…"
He reaches forward and removes the sheet, then points at the tombstone.
"This is the point."
Brandon turns his head, and he grows pale. Almost like he saw a ghost.
"W..what the…"
Brandon Hendrix stares at the grave… his own grave. He stumbles backwards, tripping over himself as he continues to stare at the gravestone.
"When you got hurt that day…. Me and your mother bought it. We bought… our own son's grave." His voice shaking as he continues. "Do you have any idea how hard that day was for us Brandon? We thought we were going to see our son DIE! We thought we were going to lose you! Doctors said you wouldn't live! YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO MAKE THIS PURCHASE?!?! DO YOU?!?!"
Brandon doesn’t process what his father is saying, as his mind is still stuck on the tombstone in front of him.
"Brandon. BRANDON LOOK AT ME DAMNIT!"
Brandon finally snaps out of it, slowly looking up at his father, his eyes watery and red.
"I understand that you hate me for what I've done. But I can't lose you as my son. You nearly lost your life! I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I couldn't have a relationship with my own kid again. Please… tell me what to do so I can have a relationship with my son again.."
Brandon stares at his father before staring back at his tombstone. He closes his eyes for a moment, but it feels like a entirety with everything he remembers of that day. The chair shots to the chest.. the brass knuckled up fist giving him the Heart Punch… everything fading away… only to wake up in the hospital days later. He opens his eyes and looks at his father.
"... You mess up… one more time…"
"I won't my son… I promise you."
Brandon's father reaches out and offers his hand to Brandon. Brandon stares at his hand before reaching out and grabbing his hand. Papa Hendrix pulls Brandon up and the two embrace immediately. They hug like they haven't seen each other in forever.
On Air: Falsity
"Emmanuelle, former Warrior Rising Champion! Longest reigning too. My only question is: why the fuck am I facing this underling? I remember after my impactful, game changing previous month, I was guaranteed a opportunity at the main events! To fight the big dogs of Proving Ground! But yet, here I am, slumped down the card to the third match of the night against the person who is best known for holding the championship I am set to skyrocket past because I'm better than the title. And why is that? Because again, this company has no faith in Brandon Hendrix. The disrespect I am given by this company for the last month is ridiculous! I STEPPED UP AND FOUGHT MARK HUNTER AND NEARLY BEATEN THE GOLDEN CHILD OF PROVING GROUND! I WAS THEN BROUGHT FORTH TO SLAUGHTER THE DRIP MONSTER SCOTT OASIS! AND THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN?!?!"
"Now, you have to worry about another slaughter on your hands. And now, because of this company, this five foot four, buck ten little girls blood will be on YOUR hands."
"You asked us "Who Is Emmanuelle" and that's a fucking question right there because exactly who are you? A narcissistic tyrant that hyped yourself so much when you debuted, but still haven't even impressed anyone. Your little "rah-rahs" and "hey-heys" have placed you on a pedestal that you could not control. Hell, looking back at it, the one time I was in the ring with you, your didn’t even beat me. Brandon Hendrix here had to pass out from his blood draining from his body for you to live to tell the tale. Maybe… maybe me not winning that match was the start of my downfall. You undeservingly winning that match sent me into a typhoon of depression that made me not even want to show up to work. So congratulations Emmanuelle, you nearly got rid of me. Unfortunately for you, I am not "nearly" getting rid of you. When I finish with you, be lucky they aren't drawing a chalk outline around you."
"While you try to bring it "back to basics", but does basics mean needing Myojin to carry you to your first win? Because you simple couldn't muster up enough in yourself to get yourself over? That you needed the help of, and in my opinion, the most talented wrestler we have on this roster? It finally gave you that desire to be somebody? Because before that you surely weren't "keeping up" with anybody, but the newfound confidence had you go and beat someone who isn't even on the roster today. "Cold Blooded" my ass! If you were cold blooded, you would of ripped into me when we had that title match with every other of those fuckers, but no, do you remember what you said to me? Here's what you said about me, roll the footage."
"I really actually like this guy a lot. Big, tough guy. About his money, about getting the job done and being the best. Great collegiate athlete, a lot like myself in that regard, who transitioned to wrestling and became a dominant entity in wrestling who has found himself fighting into relevance in Project: Honor and finds himself on Proving Ground, swimming with the big sharks. His story would be compelling and interesting to me if not for two things: If I hadn’t already been doing the things that he’s **talking** about doing since his arrival...and to me, I think the guy has some deeply seated issues. He talks and talks and talks but it seems like he’s just fishing for approval and masking that attention hunger by acting as hard as he possibly can."
"What's so humorous about this is you claim your appreciation for me, but your only insult on me is "all talk". So, what happened at Night Of Honor then, Emmanuelle? Because you were "all talk" and "no action". Me? I was breaking the glass ceiling all of you wanted to place above me so I couldn't get to a position that I spent my early wrestling career at, at the top. While you lost to Tara, I was slaying Scott Oasis. While I've been putting people in packs all month long, you've been healing your own ego when you CHOKED ON THE BIGGEST STAGE OF THEM ALL ANS DROPPED THE BALL!"
"While there's "no vacancy in heaven" for me, you need to pray to your God now and beg him to find your courage again. Because while "I will survive", you need a miracle that only the Holy Hands of the ALMIGHTY CHRIST could give you for this match? After I destroy the heart and soul of the Warrior Rising division, I'm moving on from the having to justify myself anymore for this deluded company, and I'm taking my names to the main events, and I'm taking my name and tossing it into the hat for the Grand Championship. And what's sad is, we probably won't hear from you Emmanuelle, thus making what I'm about to say sting more:
In a world that needed a vocal point for warriors, your voice couldn't break the silence. Guess that makes you the falsity in all this. If you do manage to remember your job and you want to share some words on me, here, let me help you. My name is Brandon Hendrix. I'm the guy with the heart that could tick its final tick anyday, but yet still be a better wrestler than ninety percent of this roster, and most importantly, better than…"
"YOU! And you know it. I'd like to offer you my Condolences…. Actually… I don't. Emmanuelle, go fuck yourself cunt."